Get your envelopes, time to address the haters.

After posting this picture over on the incoherent ramblings over at the other site, it dawned on me that there are very important questions that need to be asked.

Is this TJ Speer an arena employee?
Why do most of his photos look like the basketball equivalent of the guy bursting into the bathroom and taking a picture of a surprised girl while she pees?
What is RJ doing with his right hand?
Is The Toine holding funny costume glasses?
Why is The Toine all wet?
Why is The Toine wearing a sparkly wig?
Why didn't TJ Speer explain any of this in the caption? Did he miss it all? Does he have no sense of humor?

Earth shattering mysteries, all of them.

And the Nets say,
I guess I'll die, another day...

I got the brass for your ass, homeboy, thought you KNEW that.

It has been decidedly very Nets-centric around here as of late.

Does this mean I have become more tolerant of people?
Does this mean people have stopped being stupid and therefore piss me off less?
Does this mean I was studying ever so diligently?
Does this mean I have been shacking up with Boki (thus tiring him out and causing the recent decline in the quality of his play)?

The answers are: No; Hell no; Ha!; and I wish.

I really have no excuse for you. Hopefully you continue to adore me, because I'm like...adorable.

Anyway, here is the latest from the AWESOME NEW SITE!!!!1!!11!!!!!!1@

I really hate the software over there, so it's lacking in pretty pictures and sexy YouTube videos, but it's got lots of hot steamy Becky's poorly constructed prose action for ya. Which is what I know you were after to begin with.

This was my sexy Saturday:


Oh, and there's this:

If anyone wants to TAKE me to Game 4, I promise you will get laid. (Disclaimer: I have slutty friends, you're not guaranteed a Becky.)

Just...ya know...for the record.

Because I come stronger than the IRS whenever you done got delinquent on your taxes

Holy crap, I am DONE WITH LAW SCHOOL.

Unbelievable.

Now, if only I didn't have to spend the next 2.5 months studying for the bar. Oh, and if only I had a job. Not that moving back home with mom and dad and waiting tables won't be fun, but...it's not really what I had in mind when I started law school. Ah well. Hopefully the "something will fall into my lap" plan will work out the way it always has in the past.

Anyway. Some ramblings on the Nets/Cavs series and where it could head....